5 So when they pass death's gloomy vale, And flesh and mortal powers shall fail, Their dying lips shall then confess, He does not leave them comfortless. 6 Thanks to thy name, our dearest Lord, For every promise in thy word; But, O, with this our hearts impress, 'I will not leave you comfortless.'
The Corner-Stone. Ps. 118.
1 Lo! what a glorious corner-stone The Jewish builders did refuse; But God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envy and the Jews. 2 Great God! the work is all divine, The joy and wonder of our eyes; This is the day that proves it thine, The day that saw our Savior rise. 3 Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad; Hosanna! let his name be blest! A thousand honors on his head, With peace, and light, and glory rest! 4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our dying race;
Let the whole church address their king With hearts of joy, and songs of praise.
The Same. Ps. 118.
1 BEHOLD the sure foundation-stone
Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon, And his eternal praise.
2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, And saints adore the name; They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame.
3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain;
Yet on this Rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain.
4 What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise:
"Tis thine own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.
The Same. Ps. 118.
1 SEE what a living stone
The builders did refuse;
Yet God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envious Jews.
2 The scribe and angry priest Reject thine only Son;
Yet on this Rock shall Zion rest, As the chief corner-stone.
3 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise. 4 This is the glorious day
That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray - Let all the church be glad.
5 Hosanna to the king
Of David's royal blood!
Bless him, ye saints: he comes to bring Salvation from your God.
6 We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise.
1 ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of friend; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end : They who once his kindness prove Find it everlasting love.
2 Which, of all our friends, to save us, Could, or would have shed his blood? But our Jesus died to have us Reconciled in him to God:
This was boundless love indeed! Jesus is a Friend in need.
3 When he lived on earth ill-treated, Friend of sinners was his name; Now, above all glory seated,
He rejoices in the same:
Still he calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends.
4 O, for grace, our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, like him to love! We, alas, forget too often
What a Friend we have above;
But, when home our souls are brought, We will love thee as we ought.
1 JESUS, I sing thy matchless grace That calls a worm thy own; Gives me among thy saints a place, To make thy glories known. 2 Allied to thee our vital head,
We live, and grow, and thrive; From thee divided, each is dead When most he seems alive.
3 Thy saints on earth and those above Here join in sweet accord; One body all in mutual love, And thou our common Lord.
4 O, may my faith each hour derive Thy spirit with delight;
While death and hell in vain shall strive This bond to disunite.
5 Thou the whole body wilt present Before thy Father's face;
Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot Its beauteous form disgrace.
1 WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same.
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure The great Redeemer stood. While Satan's fiery darts he bore, And did resist to blood.
4 He in the days of feeble flesh Poured out his cries and tears, And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears.
5 He'll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name.
6 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour.
The Image of the Invisible God.
1 THOU, Lord! by mortal eyes unseen, And by thine offspring here unknown, To manifest thyself to men,
Hast set thine image in thy Son. 2 As the bright sun's meridian blaze O'erwhelms and pains our feeble sight, But cheers us with his softer rays When shining with reflected light; 3 So, in thy Son, thy power divine, Thy wisdom, justice, truth, and love, With mild and pleasing lustre shine, Reflected from thy throne above.
4 Though Jews, who granted not his claim, Contemptuous turned away their face,
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